"Is he checking me out? No, it can't be... " - I thought to myself.The confusion was probably written all over my face. And then... he started smilin..., again, just a small smile, a smile so sexy. He looked so handsome without his shirt, and with this little smile. Then he stood up and went to the bathroom, without saying a word. I put on some pants and sat down, I couldn't get the image of him out of my mind, I just sat there thinking about him. I could feel my dick grow inside my pants, as I. She moaned those low, slow moans of a perfectly satisfied woman. Mandy turned her head to look at me; I lowered my head and kissed her perfect mouth hard and with desire. She slid around, took off the panties she bought just for our session and gave me access to the wettest pussy I had ever touched. She was so wet that if had she had to walk anywhere she would have squished. It wasn’t just her pussy, she had cum while sucking on my cock and it had started to run down her legs and ass once she. Quickly she undressed from the waist down and straddled him, rubbing her wet cunt against the hot-swollen head of his member making him buck his hips trying to drive it inside of her. Slowly she let some of it enter, coating it in her own sex and pulling back up off of it before slamming down hard, impaling herself and making them both cry out. Paul, as horny as he ever remembered being, grasped her hips firmly as she put both arms around his neck and started thrusting as fast as he could,. We were on the range, I got bulls eye, bulls eye and bulls eye, they kept moving my target farther and farther away. Bulls eye, bulls eye and bulls eye. The drill Sargent came over, asked my name “Jane Reilly sir” I said. Well Reilly I have not seen shooting like that in awhile “very good” where did you learn to shoot that accurate? I said my father taught me everything he knew. The Sargent then asked who was your father? Well sir it is a long story but his name was ken west. My mother.